Instinct older than thought takes over.
My coils snap around her like spring-loaded traps. Complete restraint in less than a second. Arms pinned. Legs caught and spread. Torso wrapped in loops that squeeze just enough to make breathing require effort. The movement happens without conscious thought—predator response to attack during vulnerability.
She thrashes, still trying to bite. Still drawing blood where she can reach. The pain is excruciating. Also arousing. My cocks fully emerge, primary already dripping steady streams of breeding fluid.
“Wrong move, angry female.”
KASS
“Wrong move, angry female.”
His coils have me completely immobilized before I can process what happened. Arms pinned. Legs spread. Ribs compressed just enough that each breath takes effort. The speed of it—less than a second from attack to total restraint—makes my head spin.
“Let me?—”
He plunges us both underwater.
The aphrodisiac pool floods my mouth, nose, eyes. I can't even struggle—his coils have me that secure. Three seconds of drowning panic before he surfaces us. I come up sputtering, gasping, fury temporarily replaced by the need for air.
“Try again,” he says, voice perfectly calm.
I spit water at his face. “Fuck you!”
“Yes.”
The coils adjust, spreading my legs wider. The position forces my pussy to gape open, and the aphrodisiac water immediately floods inside, making me clench hard around nothing. His primary cock touches my entrance—just the tip against my outer lips. The contact makes us both hiss. Him from pain against raw scales. Me from finally, finally feeling what I've been craving.
“Too big,” I gasp, even as my hips roll trying to take more.
“Body knows better. Modified for this exact size.”
The primary slides in slowly. Every ridge catches on my entrance, requires pressure to pass. I want to fight the pace, demand he go faster, but the coils keep me perfectly still. Only my pussy can move, clenching desperately around each inch as it enters.
The stretch is impossible. I've had three fingers inside myself maximum. This is like being split open by something designed to remake me. Each ridge that passes my entrance sends shockwaves through my entire nervous system.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck?—”
“Halfway.”
Only halfway? I look down and see it's true. The massive length of him still waits outside. My pussy is already stretched to what feels like its absolute limit, lips pulled tight around his girth.
“Can't take more?—”
“Body says different.”
He's right. Despite the impossible stretch, my pussy floods with wetness, easing the way. My cervix, which should be a barrier, seems to soften and shift, making room. The modification didn't just make me need this—it rebuilt me to accommodate it.
The primary hilts inside me with a wet sound that makes me sob. Not from pain. From relief. The base, swollen even thicker than the shaft, stretches my entrance beyond anything I thought possible. But it fits. Perfectly. Like my body was designed for exactly this.
“Now the secondary,” he warns.
“The what?—”
Then the secondary follows, a thinner, coiling intrusion alongside the first. My eyes go wide as it corkscrews insideme, creating loops in spaces already filled. The sensation defies description—pressure from multiple directions, internal binding that doesn't hurt but feels absolutely foreign.
“What the fuck is happening?”
“Internal lock. Secondary creates coils inside. Can't withdraw once engaged.”
